![]() The Art of Letting GoA Poem by CourtniRenee![]() On the loss of my sister![]() I have come so far to understand, that men and women do not, we speak with words that grow in corners and gather dust. I found that through the window is a much better world filled with indifference. A recurring delivering and the barest touch of cool skin. I tried to speak insist on my own importance. To lay pressed flowers side by side on carefully inked paper. I wanted to offer justifications, open empty hands and fill them with your pride. To return to three minutes before ten on a breathless February morning. I wished to sketch my voice into your palm. A memory of myself without revealing the black wounds blossoming in the crooks of elbows and behind straight knees. I misplaced the words my mother gave me when she taught me how to pray. Hands clasp and heads bow but silence always follows. I think perhaps it is the silence that creates the nameless. That allows the endless grip of loss. We are shown to have, to hold, to love. I am not shown how to let go. © 2016 CourtniReneeAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on July 7, 2016 Last Updated on September 15, 2016 Tags: loss, grief, uncertainty, prose Author![]() CourtniReneeSpringfield , MOAboutIf I know nothing else, I know that I am myself, and that is enough for me. more..Writing
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